A dip and dive, a twirl, a flip
A trickle in the air
They tease us with vague finger-tips
Run whispers through our hair
Then softly, swiftly, soon they slip
To oceans of nowhere
As smooth as silk, as hard as steel
A flash of ice and fire
Colliding on an ethereal reel
…fulfillment and desire
Regret and triumph, wounds that heal
Imbue a hidden choir
Chocolate and mint, honey and lime
A rending two-edged knife
A groaning prayer, a winsome rhyme
A staggered joy and strife
Caught up in moments shaping Time
And Time shaping a life
© Janet Martin
The last two lines -- brilliant.
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